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Sans Spirit 001
att: Freya, Hope, Clarisse and Josie Sans Spirit Rembrandt/ 1593610 The collapse of Spirit Magic reached New Orleans with vicious intensity. Holed up in the Mikaelson Family Compound, Klaus and Elijah had been discussing their sirelines and the war apparently brewing because of the machinations of the three vampires known as The Trinity. Tristan, Aurora and Lucien were plotting to destroy the Originals post haste. It wasn’t the oldest sired vampires that led to their destruction of the Mikaelsons. Witch Magic was what created the first family. When the Traveler’s spell, both Elijah and Klaus collapsed. A gaping wound from the blade of Mikael the Destroyer opened up on both their bodies. Blood saturated the clothing the brothers wore. Their terrifying screams filled the compound.
They had reverted back to being human and at the point of their deaths. Klaus felt his body grow weak as it did all those years ago. Eyelids were closing heavily. He stretched out his hand for his brother watching as the Noble Stag grew more pale slowly dying as he was. Once their fingers made contact, Klaus felt the last bit of his own strength leave his body with a point of contact with his brother. Darkness and night covered him. Klaus Mikaelson was dead.
He woke with a start and desperate panting breaths. Klaus scrambled to his feet with blue eyes golden with the reason for his survival. Klaus was no longer a Hybrid. His wolf side had taken over reviving him from the wounds that had been inflicted on him by the man he’d believed was his father. Fangs bared a wolf growl emitted from his throat. Nothing was more dangerous than an animal that was wounded. He was in a feral state of mind with his wolf side taking over his body fully. Klaus attempted to still his heart rate. “Elijah!!!” He growled loudly so that it echoed through the walls of the Compound and throughout the French Quarter.
Klaus ran each inch of the compound on all fours but still in mostly human form. His desperate search for his brother drove him racing around in utter chaos and confusion. When he found Elijah, his anger reached a crescendo. Elijah had lost his vampirism by reverting to his human form. His siblings were born as untapped witches before they were forcibly turned into vampires by their mother. Elijah was laying in a pool of his own blood slaughtered by a death that had been inflicted over 1000 years ago. His brother was dead. Klaus had no regard for the blood everywhere. He pulled Elijah’s corpse to him as held it to him as if he could simply will his brother back to life. He could not. Klaus was alone and there would be hell to pay.
The years passed with the continued lack of Spirit Magic in the world. Vampires were dying not because of the head of their line being gone. They were all being stripped of the magic that had created then as they reverted back to the points of their mortal deaths. Some were saved by humans who cared for them and using the knowledge of modern medicine to their advantage. Klaus heard what had happened because of his own spies in Mystic Falls where it had all began. The stories of Nature trying to right itself by letting spirit back into the world encouraged him. Men and women who had been vampires before were returning back to themselves. Tristan, Lucien and Aurora were all humans according to what he’d heard. The Strix had somehow saved them. Klaus kept Elijah’s body tucked away where no one could find him. He declared war on the Travelers and what they had done to every supernatural being. They wanted a war and he gave it to them.
Legions of young supernatural beings who wanted to see the humans put down and the Travelers stopped all flocked to Klaus' call. They were his pack and he was their Alpha. Despite not all of them being wolves, Klaus didn’t care. He was the leader of this Rebellion. He knew the Travelers wanted him dead. He wanted them dead. Because of this status he held as Public Enemy #1, he made sure his daughter Hope was kept free from their line of sight. He’d spirited her along with Josie Saltzman and Clarisse du Volde to a secure location. The Saltzman girl was Caroline’s daughter. He’d do anything for Caroline. Clarisse had been Elijah’s adopted daughter. The anger and righteous indignation had her as one of the first to join Klaus’ cause. Spirit Magic had to return to the Earth. Klaus would do anything to make it happen.
His normally short golden curls has gotten longer. Klaus had become more feral since the wolf side controlled all of him now. A look in his eye caused him to be a source of great fear and trepidation even more than when he was a Hybrid. His power was greater as a Hybrid, but what tempered his wrath was the presence of his brother Elijah. Elijah was the counterbalance to all the hurricanes that blew about and the rage of Klaus Mikaelson. There was no barrier with no Elijah. He was more apt to rip a throat out without Elijah to calm him than ever before. Klaus was in solitude in the Gardens of the Mikaelson Compound with wolves protecting him as best they could. He was contemplating a move. Staying here in New Orleans was starting to be a liability. It was time to move. He sent a message to Clarisse via a trusted werewolf aide that it was time. “Pack up the girls and get ready. We’re going to Mystic Falls.” It was time to end it.
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